Once I was sending information to OSS London and my transmission was noticed
German soldiers stormed in and caught me
I was taken to the Gestapo headquarter for interrogation
They were merciless

That night Germaniass came in
She found me lieing on the ground my face full of bruises
The guard left us alone
She came close to me and said: Of all people that passed in her life I was the one she loved most

She did not hurt me
The guards came in and carried me to her car
And she took me to Camp 88
She healed my wounds

Late that night she came close to me and told me that Germany was going to lose the war
And that there was no point to have me lose my life
She touched my hair softly
And left

Camp 88 was a horrible experience
Yet for some hidden reason I was kept alive
Many women came and many died in human experiments
And yet I lived

Germaniass escaped to Latin America like many other SS men and women
And to this day I remember her as a woman I loved in many ways
She was the enemy I spied upon
But still she was the enemy I loved

Life taught me many lessons
It takes courage to fight
And it takes more courage to forgive
War is about courage and forrgiveness

With the end of World War II
The prisoners of Camp 88 were released
I was among the few who survived
And with the end of that war another war began the Cold War

The Cold War brought new enemies
The OSS was disolved
And the CIA was founded
The CIA made use of the German intelligence against the Soviet Union

Spring of 1950 came
I was in my office in Virginia preparing a report
There was a knock at my door
I opened and there she was Germaniass... A story of love in my life

Tue Sep 07, 2010 12:59 pm

Jane44

Joined: 15 Oct 2006
Posts: 460

A Vietcong General

A POW
Broken and hungry
Thirsty for portection
Alone in a prison cell

War in the jungle
A group of women Green Berets
Vicious hungry for revenge
My M-16

An ambush of Vietcong fighters
I fell in a trap
Could not move
The rest of my group were killed

The shooting stopped
They surrounded the trap
Strong mercilous warriors
They came down

They disarmed me
I felt scared
No hope
Unable to resist

I was broken
Fear in my heart
They punched me in my belly
I fell down

I was tied and was pushed out of the trap
Shame in my heart
My mind was working looking for a way out
Desperate tears came to my eyes

I was taken to a camp
Then transported to a prison
I was beaten several times
Yet I kept my strength

I couldn't resist
They made sure my face kept untouched
For a purpose I thought
They were rough

Somehow I managed to stay alive
One day
A Vietcong general came to the interrpgation
She told the interrogaters to strip me naked and tie me to the wall

They spread my legs apart
With a stick she began touching me
I felt scared
She put the stick in my vagina and began to penetrate

I started moaning and breathing deeply
She enjoyed the scene
She told the men watching to clean me and take me to her car
I became her possession

I was taken to a village hidden in the mountains
She gave me a small room in her little house
I was able to take a bath
She said in good English I want to know you better

I complied
She was a smart woman
She asked me questions about my life
My background I replied politely She was satisfied

At the end of every meeting she would tell me to take off what I was wearing
She would tie me to the wall and with a stick she would penetrate into me
I felt shameful
Yet, I began to enjoy her presence

I used to moan and tell her please more
She used to feel satisfied
Once she took off her uniform
She told me to lie on the bed I did as told

Sun Oct 03, 2010 1:30 am

Jane44

Joined: 15 Oct 2006
Posts: 460

A Vietcong General

She went down between my thighs
And began licking me
I held her head gently
And said sofly I love you

She raised her head and lay on top of me and kissed me on my lips
Her strong and firm hand held my breast and began squeezing
My heart started beating
I kissed her back She felt satisfied

She made love to me daily
I was a slave in chains
Yet, I felt her love
She was warm and kind in her own way

She had long black hair
Dark almond eyes
A slim and strong body
And a clean golden skin

I felt deep desire for her
She once asked me what I would like to call her
I thought for a while then said Catherine
I felt that she was a Catherine

We used to make love for long hours
Then she would light a cigarette and share it together
She was a smart and mature woman
I enjoyed her company

We would talk about the war
She would blame the dirty capitalists for the war
I would listen
She had a deep grudge to capitalism

I never tried to oppose her views
She felt happy
I tried to be as accomodating as possible
She enjoyed talking

I felt safe in her presence
There was love between us
Yet, I was always scared that she might get upset
I didn't want to go back to the prison torture It was horrible

The war in Vietnam ended with our defeat and escape
It was a shameful war
We went in with all our weapons and might and left having done so much damage
Negotiations took place for the release of POWs

Sun Oct 03, 2010 1:52 am

Jane44

Joined: 15 Oct 2006
Posts: 460

A Vietcong General

Once she came home very happy
A big smile was on her face
She held me tight and kissed me on my lips
And said that I was going back home

Tears came to my eyes
I held her and put my head on her shoulder and cried silently
She was sympathatic
I felt free

She told me that she brought my uniform back
After she had given it to me
She took out a small box and in it was a small golden heart
I told her this was a present I would keep all my life

We made love that night like never before
She was passionate and so was I
She held me
And silently tears came down her eyes

This was the first time I saw her crying
She said softly so many Vietnamese died for no reason
I replied back that war was always terrible
She held me warmly for a long time

Next morning I washed and put on my uniform
She took me to the United Nations station responsible for the POWs
As I was going in she held my hand and told me that she would miss me
I took off my green beret gave it to her and bowed in deep respect and love

She smiled back with tears in her eyes
Life is about love
Love to ones God, nation and family
Our enemies may not be enemies

An enemy is an ally and a friend that we don't know well
War is always terrible
Yet, war always breaks our illusions
With war we mature and become more human

I went back home
At the airport were lots of soldiers with their families
My mother was there waiting
As soon as she saw me she waved her hand and came rushing

She held me close to her
I felt her breath
Yet, deep in my heart were the memories of war
And deep in my heart was the love for Catherine